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Savio Feb 2013
If I had the hands of the sky,
the colors of Monet's secret insight,
a pigment of an Ocean,
unsailed,
by human kind,
what color would I paint you?
How man days can I Starve,
to stay alive,
If I had a canvas,
as large,
as white,
as the moon,
how would I describe you,
snow crunches,
beneath my feet,
I light a cigarette,
breath thick,
honey,
molasses,
dog fat,
If I were to build you,
could I use the tombstone of Beethoven,
grandmother's woolen blanket,
the missing piano key,
a harp string,
moth's wing,
winter's bulimia,
night's insomnia,
a dream's last breath,
novel's,
Last line,
Neruda's breath,
Shiva's golden temple,
a goddess' breast,
the highway's Texan accent,
a humming bird's,
silent flight,
the pollen of a sunflowers,
the ****** user's,
high,
Indian's leather,
a mother's palm,
sad song,
Michigan's final night,
If I were to kiss you,
how again,
would you taste,
too many nights,
have separated my memory.
Riz Mack Jan 2019
a poet who can't write
a dog that won't bite
a hill that can't climb
a clock with no time

an ist with no ism
undead but not risen
an endless schism
of self sedition and indecision

a two headed coin
a completely missed point
a light in the void
a limbless joint

Bo-Peep with no sheep
the shallowest deep
an unsailed sea
of dreamless sleep
while morrissey despairs in the background
It matters not who you are where from
Each entity has and is a soul things to say
What it sees from where its standing
Upon any given night and any given day

Each soul has a voice and every poem too
Is what it wishes us to experience knowing
From wanting us to gather information
Happiness sadness Love from winds blowing

We make it harder for our souls thinking
That we controll our fate destiny and way
Instead of listening to our souls own voice
And what it has us for us to explore any day

Be it love in all forms from lust to simple care
And it gets angry with us ignoring its request
We often give ourselves advice its our ignorance
Not having been there yet not knowing of its test

Convincing ourselves we know when we do not
Telling others of our own ideas how it should be
Reasons why we should listen to it act upon it
Have bodies minds hearts sail that unsailed sea

It comes to us with a thought a wish a need
And we decide oh no thats not for me and so
We miss its requests for us to find out first
Before speaking for it not allowing do it go

Think of all many advise without knowing
Of things we have never known but insist
Of things situations emotions never learned
Feelings we feel not me but still  never kissed

Saving ourselves religious fantasy from equals
Listening to endless advice from pretenders
Who never have been there but know it all
Without lives putting  lives through blenders

Ignoring our own souls requests playing god
Our souls get angry adding karma to awake
Then us blaming others life others unknowing
When its ourselves to blame  our own mistake

Walk those paths never walked befor then advise
Know more of things we ridicule often true
Know what a situation feels like first of all
They might be  way better than we ever knew

Endless reason there are for allowing our souls
To request us to do as it wants us to do
Then after we experience pass its tests
We might like dislike love admire of them true

Many reasons are there for its voice being poetry
Try to read others writes between lines that be
Think deep then write of how you imagine was
If not known then go sail that unknown sea

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terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Adolph Hamilton Jul 2016
Leave no road untraveled ,no sea unsailed ,follow your heart through life and you will prevail.
#quote#life#live#endure
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2024
Beauty and truth
forever embark
Born of the moment
together apart
To mountains unclimbed
and oceans unsailed
Beyond the horizon
— where prescience unveils

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
Martin D Angelus Nov 2018
Unsailed depths
of vast ocean
I conquered.
Bewailed I stand
at the specter of your love.
Perplexed
and tormented by the
sight of betrayal,
forever I set sail on
a frail heart.

©MartinDAngelus
I write tonight beneath the wheeling stars
Their frostfire whispers brushing silent scars
The kind that never broke the skin
But carved their longing deep within.

The sky is vast, unending, far too wide
For feet like mine that never learned to stride
Beyond the fence, beyond the hill
Beyond the echoing ache of still.

I’ve loved the night since I was young
Its velvet hush, its silver tongue
While others chased the warmth of day
I let the midnight strands guide my way.

Each star a spark, a breath, a tale
An invitation drawn in elder flame
And I, naive, with ink and dream
Would write to them with love unseen.

“Wait” I beg “please wait for me
Let me reach your beauty ever changing
Allow me to walk your jewelled clouds
Your endless tales, under sol born breeze.”

But time is cruel to dreamers late
To those who dance with idle fate
I’ve grown too old, or time too swift
My wings have grown weak, heavy, still.

I’ve never touched the Martian dust
Or kissed Europa's frozen crust
The moons I mapped inside my mind
Remain unsailed, untouched, yet kind.

And so every night I step outside
And drink in the starlit heavens with open pride.
They are not mine, and never shall they be
And still they light my life and make me free.

Amidst them is my love, a beautiful star
Who burned too brightly, and too far
She heard my dreams and kissed my head
And she said, “You’ll get there. You just… won’t land.”

She is gone now, lost to time’s own sea
Just another ghost that stays with me
Her light, a comet’s fleeting tail
Her image, the breeze beyond the pale.

Oh love, oh night, oh my loving endless sky
I promise to keep the dream, even if I cannot to you fly
And though my body may die on the ground
My soul still orbits, and flies unbound.

Let the void echo with my laugh
Let my love be carved on my epitaph
Let me live with the memory of what it can be
To write to stars that will never write to me

So here’s my letter, here’s my breath
Penned at last, as I lay so close to death
Let my whisper join countless in the cosmic tide
Of our souls that longed, that loved, that tried.

Keep it, stars, for when we go
Mere particles drifting in Sol's glow
And one day when upon us you gleam
Know you were always much more than a dream.

— The End —